There's A Spider In My Room

There's a spider in my room



There's a spider in my room





And then a voice above my head



Said if that spider were made dead



I'd better grow some fins 'cause



It would make it easier to swim





I don't like spiders and snakes



The way they crawl, the way they shake



If a spider gets killed how does that make it rain



How could I be the one to blame





A whisper drizzled down from the ice in its eyes



it said, "Try pickin' on your own damn size,"



But the Hoover was quick, termination complete



In its bedroom home got a chance to eat.





In the corner beside my bed



Very busy spinning thread



Eight legs and a little head





I hear the thunder from outside



And the water's gettin' high





I don't like moths and bugs



They buzz, they get in the rugs



But where does a guy find some room



in this life raft home, a little rubber tomb





There's a spider in my room



There's a spider in my room